That Old Blue Note or Lady Day wasn't never this way

Missy Babette likes to sing that old time jazz
she says 'like Billy what's-her-name' with that sultry glance.
But the sound gets strangled back of B's throat
though she thinks she's singing a deep blue note

Now there's George, he croons away to that old time jazz
thinks he's Dean Martin, a real smooth dude.
But G, he's vibrating way down in his throat
and he sure isn't singing a deep blue note

No, that old blue note ain't easily found.
That old blue note's been around and around
Now you me and them, that makes more than three
and we don't stand a chance next those youngsters that jive
with their nu-jazz sound,
tradin' on looks,
cocaine,
walkin' tall,
rappin' small
feelin' down.

Meanwhile Miss Babette and old George they do moan
'bout the way jazz has changed
and it's changed and then some.

"Lady Day wasn't never this way" Babette says
No way, no way, no way, no way
Lady Day wasn't never this way

Melodius Thunk

Melodius Thunk
Thelonius Monk
Spherical Joke
going for broke.
Contagious atmospherics,
cliff-hanger chords on high.
Pannonica's child
playing so wild.
The loneliest monk
doing a bunk.
T.S. and Boo Boo beaming
dreaming of Rocky Mount

Indigo Walk

Just an afternoon or two,
of limited beckoning.
He touches her lips.
He has a golden tongue.
He tells he things she only dreams about.
It's a deception.
She is hypnotised by the people on the street below.
That kind of fascination; warm and scary,
heaven drifting past the window
but stopping a while inside this room.
He has purchased an hour;
time for the city to heat his blood and move on.
She lets her fingers work his buttons
and laughs before she straddles him
while he breathes hot in the shimmering light.
Too loud, he murmurs.
but he door is locked and they sigh.
The shade stretches all the way down Indigo Walk
as the blues man carries the beat.